20.03.17 | News, A Day to Remember

A Day to Remember...

Yessica Fridolia from the Protestant Church in South-East Sulawesi, Indonesia takes part in the South-South exchange of EMS. The young woman supports the children's ward of the Agogo Presbyterian Hospital in Ghana for six months. Her third report is all about saying ‘Goodbye’
The South South volunteer Yessica Fridolia surrounded by her little patients

During class, Yessica Fridolia's little patients can forgot their illness for a little while. (Photo: Yessica Fridolia)

I was sitting alone in the classroom when I heard noises from nearby. It came from one of the patient's rooms. There it was again. Someone clapped their hands - first once than twice. Then, I heard someone heading to the kitchen area. I stood up and looked outside the window to find out what was happening. I saw Hannah a young girl who had been in the hospital for a long time inhabiting the treatment and operating theatre in turns. Finally, she was allowed to leave the hospital on the next day. Her mother was cheering, raising her hands and sharing the news with the other mothers in the common kitchen. She was one of the more expressive mothers I got to know. She never hesitated to pray whether standing or sitting.

Every time a child is allowed to go home I can observe the same happy expression that appears on the faces of the patients and relatives. No matter how comfortable a hospital bed is, it is unable to beat the warmth of a home as simple as it might be. Here, I learnt that even though these children are happy to spend time in the classroom to learn and play – and sometimes fight a bit with each other – they are delighted and excited if they are allowed to go home. Sometimes they have to stay in the clinic for months hundreds of kilometers away from their homes, leaving their family and friends behind until they are fully recovered. I am also happy when a child can leave the Agogo hospital. But I am also a little sad because I will miss it.

At the day of discharge there are no farewell tears, no phone numbers are exchanged, no address is taken. But they all come and stop by my classroom give me a strong handshake and say with a big smile "Madam, bye bye..." I always hope that one sunny day, I will have the chance to meet them again but hopefully not in the hospital.